Source: https://x.com/asherwolfstein/status/2051913012207133103
Thread posts: 63
I don't know if this video is real or not, but it does remind me of the day my father caught a mountain lion with a piece of rope, two border collies, a picnic table, and his bare hands. https://x.com/TheeDarkCircle/status/2050553505484849169
2026-05-06 06:32:39 / 2051913012207133103 / Twitter Web App
Once he was holding it, yes, holding it between his hands, neck to tail, he walked up to my mother and I in the garage. Eyes wide, we watched the younger, but sizeable mountain lion struggle a bit, almost swiping his side (but he dodged) while my father *laughed.*
2026-05-06 06:32:40 / 2051913014866301274 / Twitter Web App
Yeah, *laughed* at us and at the mountain lion between his hands, saying that this must be the one people were talking about on the other side of the tracks.
2026-05-06 06:32:40 / 2051913017177346072 / Twitter Web App
He then put it in one of those really thick plastic barrels, stuck a board on top with a concrete block and called animal control.
The animal control guy showed up, put on these really heavy protective gloves and stood over the barrel.
2026-05-06 06:32:41 / 2051913019391910336 / Twitter Web App
He hesitated and said, "How am I going to do this?" when Scott, my father, said, "Like this!" He swooped his hands in, scooped up the cat, and in one swift arc tossed it into the cage of the truck bed.
2026-05-06 06:32:41 / 2051913021698736391 / Twitter Web App
The animal control guy was so stunned, Scott had to tell him to close the gate! He rushed to do so, still wearing his gloves while Scott laughed again. Then my father just… walked off to the barn.
2026-05-06 06:32:42 / 2051913023976259917 / Twitter Web App
Another time I watched my older brother Asa manhandle our ram Goliath. At one point Goliath had knocked my mother down pretty hard, hurting her hip. And so we had to herd the two rams, David and Goliath, into a different area ourselves and Goliath just wasn't having it.
2026-05-06 06:32:42 / 2051913026153099542 / Twitter Web App
He reared up to pummel Asa down with his head. Asa lunged his entire body upward, his arms grappling the behemoth of wool like a wrestling opponent, and showed that ram what was what.
2026-05-06 06:32:43 / 2051913028413931952 / Twitter Web App
Later, the day Scott died, Asa and I had to go to his mother's house, Mama's, to tell her that her son had died, to which she teared up a bit, yeah, a bit, and said, "I really thought he'd make it a couple more days to Mother's Day." Mother's Day was his birthday.
2026-05-06 06:32:43 / 2051913030737530923 / Twitter Web App
And still later, a guy tried to mug me inside the bathroom of the local WalMart late at night. He blocked my exit after I quickly exited the stall. I didn't raise my voice at him. I didn't acquiesce. I said, "Yeah, I don't think that's what's gonna happen."
2026-05-06 06:32:44 / 2051913033103065478 / Twitter Web App
If you looked at me you'd know anyone could beat me up. And yet, somehow, I still got around him even after he pushed me back, and got a hold of my husband just outside. We went right back in, with him cornered now, and proceeded to verbally spar.
2026-05-06 06:32:45 / 2051913035607048434 / Twitter Web App
He mewed about his dead dad and this and that, and I simply said, "Welcome to the fucking club dude! Dead fathers don't give you the right to take other's shit!"
2026-05-06 06:32:45 / 2051913037901369815 / Twitter Web App
Yeah, after that he just stormed out with us behind him chasing him out of the store and then filing a police report. Guess who was caught on camera!
2026-05-06 06:32:46 / 2051913040057204812 / Twitter Web App
That's what I come from. I come from a man that held a mountain lion between his hands and laughed. From a brother who could take down full grown rams. From a family where a full blown death from starvation was met with a hung head and a few tears.
2026-05-06 06:32:46 / 2051913042343149668 / Twitter Web App
Those couple days I cried several times, but each time almost no one would've noticed if they hadn't been looking at me because I don't like to cry in front of just anyone, even my family.
2026-05-06 06:32:47 / 2051913044566179990 / Twitter Web App
God forbid I feel, at a visceral level, that showing extreme heights of emotion, and they're extreme, makes me incredibly vulnerable, be it sadness, happiness, or anger. God forbid *anyone* ever has to actually, yk, step a few paces out of their way to accept or include THAT!
2026-05-06 06:32:47 / 2051913046822617296 / Twitter Web App
And I married someone who was first held at gunpoint when he was 8 years old in a third-world country.
I don't live in the greatest neighborhood, but also not the worst by a long shot. I've found hypodermic needles in the elevator.
2026-05-06 06:32:48 / 2051913049058181314 / Twitter Web App
One time I had to call the police on a man sleeping in the hallway who actually thought he could put one over on me.
2026-05-06 06:32:48 / 2051913051339993330 / Twitter Web App
Another time my husband told the idiots we ran into three times that day to just go do their drug drops in the fucking park next door man because it was just so fucking ridiculous. We have never been conflict averse.
2026-05-06 06:32:49 / 2051913053684576575 / Twitter Web App
And I am not scared of any of that. When I say I'm scared I am. How something might seem to you does not a reality make.
And, sometimes conflict happens because it should.
2026-05-06 06:32:50 / 2051913056486322435 / Twitter Web App
A man yelled outside for three months, almost every other day, to the point that his yelling was getting into my husband's work-from-home customer service calls. The cops had been called by others, there was incident report after incident report.
2026-05-06 06:32:50 / 2051913058793189701 / Twitter Web App
One day, I finally went up to him and told him the effect he was having on everyone around him, in pretty much the same fashion he was treating everyone else. Oh, let me tell you, he probably could've kicked my ass, but he didn't even move.
2026-05-06 06:32:51 / 2051913061066563738 / Twitter Web App
He yelled and sputtered and complained, and I was there for every bit of it. He'd been in psych hospitals 'cause he knew government secrets, so I told him, oh yeah? Me too, 7 times. And people like him were a dime a fucking dozen in there so whoop-de-fucking-do!
2026-05-06 06:32:51 / 2051913063306252471 / Twitter Web App
I was a fa–ot, of course, but when he started to say, "You could've asked nicely," I said, "Oh? Oh? Now you want kind treatment after you've been treating everyone like shit? Knowing it was a problem?
2026-05-06 06:32:52 / 2051913065499873391 / Twitter Web App
NOW you want some random ass person you've been bothering that's NOT being paid to be nice to you to treat you with kindness? 'Cause you're crazy? No way ya fucking snowflake! Fuck your precious little feelings" and so on and so on and so on…
He was cowed. Big time.
2026-05-06 06:32:52 / 2051913067748020410 / Twitter Web App
He knew, at the drop of a hat, that's EXACTLY what he'd say to me, or anyone else that bothered him. You could see the flash of realization cross his face.
He's *supposed* to get away with it because others feel guilt and nobody wants to 'own up.'
2026-05-06 06:35:58 / 2051913847074939176 / Twitter Web App
There isn't anything to own up to.
Watch what happens when you don't.
2026-05-06 06:36:05 / 2051913877081002050 / Twitter Web App
The police who eventually showed up and chastised me for "making a situation worse" upon which I asked them "How?" And they couldn't answer because they'd failed so many times before.
2026-05-06 06:36:28 / 2051913973147304195 / Twitter Web App
They were so focused on *me* stepping out of line, exercising my right to resolve interpersonal conflicts without them, they let /
2026-05-06 06:37:17 / 2051914179108569224 / Twitter Web App
the other guy, who was clearly their "friend" at this point, plying him with his dumbass sob stories like he's a special victim of the world, wander the fuck off with nothing. They didn't dare ask for my ID, so, they didn't.
I haven't heard a single yell since.
2026-05-06 06:42:07 / 2051915393363787784 / Twitter Web App
A guy who could probably 'take me,' ran away, his posture changed, his tail between his legs.
I'm very satisfied with this outcome.
I've already realized, a long ass time ago, that if I'm *satisfied* with other people crying, then, there's nothing to feel guilty about.
2026-05-06 06:42:23 / 2051915459948355950 / Twitter Web App
Not feeling guilty doesn't mean I don't like waffles. It doesn't mean I *desire* anything else. It just means I don't feel like I have to fix something I didn't break. There's no soul; there's no conscience; there's just me.
2026-05-06 06:42:37 / 2051915522200175026 / Twitter Web App
I will tell you, to your face, I do not have a soul. That I do not have this 'conscience' thing as most people define it. I don't have something gnawing at me magically informing me of what's right and what's wrong. It's not there.
I'm extremely satisfied with my actions today.
2026-05-06 06:43:23 / 2051915712462291052 / Twitter Web App
But, with a firm "I truly believe," do I quickly gain one whether I like it or not. And why? Well, if I *know* I'm wrong, then, what is there to relate to? Who sees themselves persisting for 17 months willfully engaging in evil? No one! That's who!
So… why would I?
2026-05-06 06:43:36 / 2051915769278263599 / Twitter Web App
Mr. Screem-your-head-off's mental health problems aren't the rest of ours problems, and that's what I told the cop!
It's just like how my mental health problems aren't anyone else's problems. I've always believed this.
2026-05-06 06:43:59 / 2051915863595552841 / Twitter Web App
Any time I'm doing things irrationally and without judgment I hospitalize myself, and I have a small network of people I check in with, through everything including the last 17 months, that makes sure I'm operating within my own boundaries for myself.
2026-05-06 06:44:11 / 2051915916435415230 / Twitter Web App
*They have held me back a couple times, and I agreed with them.*
Nothing I've done is out of step, sans research, or with no reason.
By now I've learned my emotions are not the source of truth in my life. I do not act purely on emotion. If I did, I wouldn't be posting online.
2026-05-06 06:44:24 / 2051915968063152239 / Twitter Web App
I'd be in the acute ward. Seriously. This isn't hyperbole. If I indulged in every emotional urge that pops into my head, I'd still be sequestered away from the rest of you. This isn't bragging, for fuck's sake, why? How does this impress *anyone* but those trying to sell tickets?
2026-05-06 06:46:00 / 2051916370795954383 / Twitter Web App
If I want to function as a human being I have to emotionally regulate every single day, not just when I get stressed or in times of crisis.
It's possible you just don't like what I've decided to believe, or what I've decided to do. And that's okay, but that's it.
2026-05-06 06:46:13 / 2051916427981111489 / Twitter Web App
Your disdain for me isn't a diagnosis.
Mr. Angrily-shout-in-the-park-for-five-hours-a-day's little tale of suffering isn't fucking special. I've lived parts of it, I've seen most of it, I've been there in one place or another.
2026-05-06 06:46:25 / 2051916475083194593 / Twitter Web App
It's only *special* to those who are shielded from it, who can't imagine living it, and those who want to emulate it for the same status. In the end, they are just like everyone else: humans who are responsible for their own choices.
2026-05-06 06:46:35 / 2051916517730922509 / Twitter Web App
I asked the mugger and the yeller, "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you now? Am I supposed to feel guilt for not letting you fuck with my life?" they always stare, "Why?" I ask them. "What makes you more special than me?"
2026-05-06 06:46:44 / 2051916557648085169 / Twitter Web App
They're used to people feeling so bad and shocked, they don't know what to do because that's their only go to, and it's pathetic.
Results. I get them. I don't feel bad for getting them. People are 100% rightfully treated the *exact* way they treat others.
2026-05-06 06:46:56 / 2051916605450494272 / Twitter Web App
It doesn't matter how much time has passed. It doesn't matter how much you've done or haven't done since. And if you've wronged me, restitution doesn't require consent.
Them's just the fucking facts.
2026-05-06 06:47:07 / 2051916651076235432 / Twitter Web App
I go to whatever lengths necessary to make what's wrong right. It's part of my charm. I do that which others' often wish they could bring themselves to do. I am the answer to that which destroys.
2026-05-06 06:47:18 / 2051916700526993907 / Twitter Web App
Anyone online, and I mean *anyone* online that thinks they're going to have more impact on me than my loved ones—
2026-05-06 06:47:39 / 2051916787508531482 / Twitter Web App
that they're going to discover, unveil, or gain more insight into my psyche, my history, my values, and my life than my father, my mother, my brothers,
2026-05-06 06:47:57 / 2051916864494969163 / Twitter Web App
and my husband to announce a self-adulating prognosis—are the most grandiose, solipsistic, and delusional people I've ever met in my life.
It's like, I'm 43 fucking years old man… you really think I haven't faced disappointment?
2026-05-06 06:48:09 / 2051916914331705517 / Twitter Web App
You really think every conflict in my life has been resolved with what you perceive as immature behavior? With me shouting, "Waaah, mental illness!" when shouting that has only ever gotten me put in a quiet room?
2026-05-06 06:48:33 / 2051917015800336653 / Twitter Web App
You actually think my family gave two shits about making sure nothing in my life ever bothered me?
You need to let the air out of your head before it fucking bursts.
You think my mental health condition, disability, and emotional disturbance has *helped* me get out of things?
2026-05-06 06:48:57 / 2051917115062653167 / Twitter Web App
After all of this, you think that went *well* for me? Really? … REALLY? You think *THIS* is the outlier? That one random person who can't keep straight whether they had a trauma response or were just pissed off suddenly made all of this happen because they value the truth?
2026-05-06 06:50:29 / 2051917500070412712 / Twitter Web App
Do you hear yourself?
2026-05-06 06:50:36 / 2051917528864379239 / Twitter Web App
That's gotta be the most delusional take of all, and I can only thank the people dancing around in a dozen outfits making dissociation and Borderline a fucking lifestyle.
You know nothing about mental health.
2026-05-06 06:50:50 / 2051917587475534251 / Twitter Web App
But you think you have the ability to determine who's a narcissist and who's a mythomaniac because some random person you're probably low-key afraid of told you so?
2026-05-06 06:51:01 / 2051917636032978974 / Twitter Web App
In the end, you can either choose to face reality as it is, and join me in doing so, or you can further dig your heels in and believe whatever nonsense you need other people to believe for you.
2026-05-06 06:51:14 / 2051917688927322279 / Twitter Web App
I'm not going to care.
I'm not going to save you.
I'm not going to teach you anything, at least, not anymore than you bothered to even ask me my side of anything.
Your choices in that regard are not my problem.
2026-05-06 06:53:05 / 2051918156193812893 / Twitter Web App
I'm not going to wake up someday, after my normative-as-fuck therapist tells me, "Asher, you really need to tone it down a notch and apologize, don't you see you're hurting all these poor helpless people who just don't have a choice but to do what they do?" and go,
2026-05-06 06:53:18 / 2051918208270254551 / Twitter Web App
"Gee, you're right, *I'm* the greatest asshole of all!"
Pure, fantastical, dogshit.
Ask yourself this: if I really cared that much about being validated, about not being a "terrible person," about everyone else seeing me as right… would I do *ANY* of the things I've done?
2026-05-06 06:53:29 / 2051918254449561698 / Twitter Web App
At what point is it not my incompetence? At what point is it someone else's denial?
I can tell you that this time around, *this* time around, I did what was right. I did everything I needed to do to make it right.
2026-05-06 06:58:45 / 2051919581657391335 / Twitter Web App
And the results, which I've gotten, are showing what I already knew. I am proud of my hard won ethics, my insight, my integrity, and in being persistent enough to pursue, and know, the truth as it is.
Everything in my life up until now has paid the fuck off.
2026-05-06 06:59:07 / 2051919672359203011 / Twitter Web App
I have never *rationally* done any of these in my life:
Asked someone to believe me without reason or evidence.
Loyalty-tested anyone.
Lied to a friend.
Demanded anyone defend me.
Demanded inclusion.
Demanded affection.
Taken what wasn't mine.
2026-05-06 06:59:57 / 2051919883970195748 / Twitter Web App
Force anyone to do anything.
Or put anyone in any danger that I was aware of.
That's why I get results. And those results are precisely why I'm not bothered anymore, by any of this. I have always said that reality is the final arbiter.
2026-05-06 07:00:35 / 2051920040094752775 / Twitter Web App
That means that, when the truth is known, I don't have to do anything. So I won't anymore.
Only one person in this entire thing acts otherwise.
2026-05-06 07:00:40 / 2051920063553491301 / Twitter Web App
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